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Fiction - Year V - Number 28 - September 2019

    PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE by Christopher Marchesano

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    PALE ASHES OF BAYONNE, NEW JERSEYBy Chris Marchesano The last casino I was booted from didn’t even bother asking about my father. No one seemed to notice the other...

    A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACH by Rose Quacker

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    A ROMANTIC TIME AT EAST BEACHby Rose Quacker I worried grains of sand between my toes and between my fingers, pondering the cliché, everlasting thoughts of a romantic. Deep...

    SLEIGHT OF HAND by Rebecca Lee

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    SLEIGHT OF HANDby Rebecca Lee In the light between blinds, my eyes stare into the neighbor's window. All I see is my reflection. Blue eyes, thin face, blond hair...

    PATRICIDE by Alan Swyer

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    PATRICIDEby Alan Swyer Year after year Tom Campbell longed to trade peddling for creating, a condition he playfully (but privately) claimed owed to "screenplay envy." Even once his heart...

    A TALE OF TWO BIRDS by Max Johansson

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    A TALE OF TWO BIRDSby Max Johansson There was a Tulip tree, older than anyone’s eyes could remember, that stole the valley. The old Tulip tree stood next to...

    THE CAGE by Robert Gamer

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    THE CAGEby Robert Gamer It was to be my way out. Make a little nest egg and jump on a Greyhound going to the east or west coast. I...

    WENDA by John Kaufmann

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    WENDAby John Kaufmann About two-and-a-half or three years after I bought my first park, I got a call from a woman who I will call Wenda.  Wenda was maybe...

    DAILY BREAD by Stan Dryer

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    DAILY BREADby Stan Dryer On a January morning over a year ago I came into my Clinic an hour before opening time, in hopes of getting through some paperwork...

    FALLING UP by Sandra Gould Ford

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    WOLF BENEATH THE WAVESBy Sandra Gould Ford  The brick-red Jeep Wrangler cruised beside the icy river, kicking up great sprays of snow. The driver, Peyton Granville, said, “Guess we...

    HONY by Monika R. Martyn

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    HONYby Monika R. Martyn No matter how often I’ve tried to pinpoint it, it is never a single, definable trigger that unhooks the memory. Sometimes it’s the strum of...